Teresa
I felt the weight of the information I got from Tanya pressing against my ribs as I washed the Luna’s china.
My hands moved on instinct, and my mind busied itself with counting and memorizing numbers.
Numbers that had important consequences tied to them. Numbers that could determine the fate of a pack, or the fatal destruction.
Soldiers, Guards shifts, patrol locations, too many men with tough, well-regulated systems, and way too many boys pretending that the fear wasn’t getting to them.
While those details bothered me, the details I got today didn’t let me sit still and do nothing.
While Tanya shared her information, she was careful and indirect, like sharing the complete story without interruptions could actually result in her death, or paranoia, maybe.
Whatever the cas
